Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354

The entire car slammed into the guardrail, sending chunks of shattered stone tumbling down. Below was a bottomless cliff.

In the moment of crisis, Adam lunged forward and shielded Anathea in his arms, taking the full brunt of the shards of glass flying through the air.

Anathea struggled to open her eyes. The moment she saw Adam covered in blood, her heart clenched tightly, and tears instantly blurred her vision.

“Dad!”

Adam didn’t respond.

“Help!” Anathea frantically pulled out her phone to call for help, but another blinding beam of headlights swept across her line of vision.

The people tailing them had realized someone inside the car was still alive and were coming to finish the job.

As the car sped straight toward her, Anathea’s breath caught in her throat. The phone slipped through her fingers.

She couldn’t accept such an ending. But if she never took the initiative and only kept hiding in fear, she would never be able to change her fate. She would always be at the mercy of others.

Biting her lip, Anathea shut her eyes. A desperate tear slid down from the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, another deafening crash sounded again.

But Anathea didn’t feel any pain.

Was this what death felt like? It didn’t seem all that different from being alive.

Then came a sharp hiss. The heavy stench of gasoline filled her nose as flames began to spark in the car. Just as her consciousness began to slip away…

“Anathea!”

Her eyes snapped open. What she saw made her heart tremble.

The car hadn’t hit her. At the last moment, it had been struck off course by another vehicle that came barreling out of nowhere- a silver–black Maybach, license plate GS 00001.

Gregory.

Blood streamed down Gregory’s forehead as he dragged his battered body slowly toward her.

The headlights cast his long shadow on the ground. Surrounded by flames and glaring light, he walked toward her step by step,

unwavering.

Anathea couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. One tear after another fell freely.

Gregory reached her and tried to open the car door, but it had jammed in the crash. Anathea had been thrown to the other side. No matter how hard she reached, she couldn’t touch the lock.

Realizing that, she became even more distraught. As the flames spread closer to her, she shook her head at Gregory and mouthed, “Go.”

She didn’t want him to die here with her.

But Gregory just smiled faintly and uttered with finality, “I’m not leaving.”

Gritting his teeth, he raised his fist and smashed it against the car window again and again. His hand was already riddled with old wounds, and now it split open with fresh ones. Blood smeared across the glass.

DUNUS

However, he seemed completely numb to the pain as he kept punching, blow after blow, until finally, the window shattered. Anathea watched as he reached into the car and unlocked the door, pulling it open. He stretched out and grabbed her hand. His blood smeared onto her hand, burning hot–so hot it made her heart tremble. But somehow, she felt completely different from before.

She had no strength in her body, but she desperately mustered all her might and climbed out of the car. Her body gave out as she fell straight to the ground.

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